alcohol

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By deborah

the stimulation from the brain , goes on an on again . To cope with life or so we think . We try to live , but sometimes for another drink , at best , our lives go on again until the alcohol is gone . We sleep it off just to do it all over again . Troubles , Depression , is our excuse , but we cant hide our abuse . life seems empty without the juice , seek from this an there is no excuse.

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